All my life I wanted a Corvette almost more than anything in the world. I didn’t get one until about 1985.
I drove up to a used truck dealership in Buda, Texas that I’d been doing business with. There set a very nice 1981 Corvette, with a for sale sign on it. It belonged to the daughter of the owner. It really looked classy. I had to have it. I had just sold a prime piece of property and felt rich. Nothing was going to stop me from owning it. Especially if I closed the deal before Madeline found out.
I needed to immediately hit the road, so off I went to Marble Falls and on to Smithwick. Cecil Lewis was sure I’d lost my mind when I drove up in it. After that I made my way back to South Austin. It occurred to me at about that time that perhaps my purchase may not be popular with Mrs. Lewis. I thought about leaving it at the office for awhile, but then I decided that I just as well get it over with.
I suppose it was better received than I had figured it may be. It came with 2 sets of T tops. A stock painted set and the others were a smokey plexiglass. It had the smokey pair on the next day when I convinced her to go for a spin. She drove. I had left the painted ones at home, figuring I’d never put them on, because the others were too cool.
She went over and hit I-35 north bound. Almost 30 years later, I still don’t have an answer as to why I decided to remove the T-Tops and stow them while going down the highway. I had never attempted anything like that so it was a learning experience. I guess owning a Corvette made me start feeling my oats or something.
There was no humanly possible way to hold on to it as I unfasten it. When that baby went airborne, it went straight up. Luckily it didn’t hit any cars, but it did hit the pavement and skidded over and landed in grass median and came to a stop. The look she gave me was somewhere between amazement and bewilderment. She made the next exit and circled back to pick up the badly scarred and scratched top. I pulled the other top off and we enjoyed a nice ride.
The plexiglass ones got stored away and the not so nice painted ones were put on and used from then on.
I went for another short trip a few weeks later in it. Madeline drove it to the grocery store a few times, if she was able to leave the boys at home with me.
When a year had passed and it was insurance renewal time, I reflected back on my 3 times I had ever ridden in or driven it. The next day we took it to a north Austin Corvette showroom and sold it. Luckily we got about the same money for it that I had paid.
The reason I wouldn’t drive it? The only thing harder for me to do than getting in it was getting out of it. There’s nothing that I had ever set in that was that uncomfortable.
This isn’t it, but it was a turd muckle-de brown about like this one.
I think letting that top blow off and that brown color caused me to not ever have a real appreciation for that car. That may be why I don’t have a single picture of it.
My love affair with Corvettes was over. At least owning them. I love looking at them, as long as they aren’t brown.